Chapter 11 He Wants My First Kiss

I jerk my head in her direction, expecting her to tell me my visitor is waiting in the entrance to be invited in, and then I do a double-take. Leonardo stands in the doorframe with a huge box in his hands. My stomach lurches as if I’m on a rollercoaster. Blood surges through my body, and heat burns on my cheeks.

Wearing black jeans, a leather jacket, and a dark expression, he looks sinister and angry. The rings on his fingers and the chunky bracelets on his wrists add a bad-boy slash alternative-artsy vibe. I find the male accessories hot, but my mom’s upside-down smile as her gaze homes in on his hands says it’s too much jewelry for her liking.

He sweeps his gaze over the room, taking in the flowers, my dress, and the fine china reserved for special occasions. When he fixes his attention on Robinson, the look in his glacial eyes turns diabolical.

Robinson blanches. Who wouldn’t under such a stare? That glare promises torture and murder and all the unspeakable horrors of nightmares.

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